Smallhouse Log

the Sunday after second week

  1. Portraying: Sneaky Phone Call Man
  2. Conveying: Happy procrastination
  3. Now Playing: "I Wish I Felt Nothing" - The Wallflowers
  4. The Saying: "Go to your bed. You sleep there." - Geoff, pd
  5. When Praying: healing for my broken toe
  6. Betraying: Kat, Jennie N.

So.... it's been a week.

And then a few more minutes, in which I download music from Kat. Mmmm, folky. If that wasn't already a dead giveaway, I've finally gotten the laptop online. It's name on the network is "Judgement Day", in reference to the big ol' "Judgement Day Happens" sticker on it. Noice. I should be doing Math raight now. Instead, I do this. 'S okay. I've got.... erm.... some time left. It's only.... whoa, it's nine already? Shaft.

Also, in case you hadn't picked up on the fact, *cough*blind*cough* Ibroke my toe. On Monday. By sitting. It's been a crazy week. It's been Kuviasungnerk. Kuviasungnerk is the winter festival here, and it involves two things: Kangeiko, and afternoon activities. Kangeiko is....

>You know what? I'm giving a really sucky explanation. I think I'm a bit tired. I'll just say that I bought a cool, new, wireless mouse (slick, neh) and I'll come back to everything else later.

the Sunday before second week

  1. Conveying: Coldness
  2. The Saying: "It's filled with useless riccatta chese.... like my soul!" - Johnny Northside, pd

Man, it's cold in here. I want the new layout that's sitting around in my head to be here already. That's what I should've been spending the afternoon doing.

The afternoon. I had hoped to clean the bathroom and make myself a pair of gloves. I got the pattern and the bases for the two gloves finished (hee!), but couldn't use the sewing machine because Alice is asleep on the couck and I don't want to wake her up.

I just realized that it's a little strange that I live in a triple that has two residents and about four people living in it. As Dinesh pointed out, it's a lot of numbers.

Dinesh is now an assistant projectionist. Clap.

I tried calling Lisa today, an event surprisingly unfrustrated by the fact that I've lost my datebook. I hope it's at my Uncle Tim's house, but I really can't say. The calendar part is almost useless by now, but it's got telephone numbers and quotes and other things I'd like not to lose, but it's not so bad. That's why todays' quote is listed as 'previous date' instead of having the date previously referred to mentioned.

Lisa's phone doesn't accept blocked calls. By the time I found out my area code, so I could enter my ten-digit number and get through, I couldn't get through. And when I could get through, I almost couldn't remember the number, and her line was busy. So when I call her some other time and apologise for not calling her on her birthday, I'll just say that I couldn't get through because the line was busy and I'd lost her number anyway. Gold.

It's not that I mind Alice half-living in my room. She's not intrusive, or rude, and she's so friendly and polite all the time. Nor do I mind Igy coming in every week to cook steak forty different ways and watch movies when no one is home. And I don't mind Eric not having moved out yet, since he shouldn't have to, anyway. What bothers me is the fact that I'm irresponsible enough to read Catch-22 and put off the Japanese homework that wasn't assigned until the morning, when I will promptly and without hesitation not do it.

I could've been doing it now.

the night before the night before I go home to college

  1. Portraying: "....one that will not ever try to migrate or escape!"
  2. Conveying: Wistfulness
  3. Now Playing: "Piano Man" - Billy Joel
  4. The Saying: "Now all I need is a sheep with mind powers." - Drew, 12/25
  5. When Praying: Safe travel for everyone returning to college; all the women in my life, because they need it far more than the guys

Well, it's been a Christmas break. Before, college was an adventure, and seemed like a really long version of senior trip, with a different set and cast. But now I've been home, and I've done nearly everything I wanted to do here -I guess I can't really call it home, anymore. But I feel kind of emty raight now. Partly because I'm lonely. Not just any lonely; I'm surrounded by my missed family and friends, after all. I'm lonely. Maybe in part because I can't flirt with any girls here; when I'm leaving, what's the point? I think back to when I took Anna to the ballet, nad the nervous, happy thrill it gave me to be out with a wonderful, beautiful girl. But I'm lonely for more than that. Even the feeling of "I want night to coalesce into warm skin to touch my arms" isn't what I'm down with. I want a hand to hold and a mouth to kiss, eyes to look into with soft eyelashes and cool eyebrows. I want a warm body, soft in all the right places to dance with fast or close, and to hold when I'm feeling down. I want a friend willing to watch a movie, sit next to me in church, jump into a mosh pit, or just be gazed at lovingly for hours. I know, I just described Amanda, but I don't really want her back. Just like Lisa, she left a gap in my life, but a whole lot bigger. I know that I dunna hae time for a girlfriend -or at least thats what I've persuaded myself to believe. But really, do I? In any case, the only girl I can think of who I'd wish to be that hand, those eyes, that friend isn't interested in having a steady boyfriend, as far as I understand. I'd like to just keep courting her gently, but I don't know if I'll survive. I think I would, but I shudder at the thought of my [despair? loneliness? desire?] driving me to go for a 'quick fix' that would doubtless be the farthest thing from fixing anything. I don't know how Lisa survives with such strong moras. I'm shifty, and still I'm crumbling. But I'll get better; I always do. Not alone, por supuesto, pero voy.

Necesito afeitarme.

But, hairiness aside, I guess theres not much I can to for it at the moment. Who's up for a quoted conversation, then? Before we start, I should mention that every time I go to a concert that Lisa is also attending, she kicks me at some point. She denies this every time I mention it, as well.

(Lisa hits Ian in the arm.)
Ian: "That wasn't a kick. I'm disappointed."
Lisa: "Give me a break, my leg hurts." (Lisa kicks Ian with her right leg.) "Ow." (Lisa kicks Ian with her left leg.) "There we go."

I saw Ashley Bettman at that concert, too, looking as cute as ever. 'Cute' isn't quite the best word, though it certainly fits. I wonder, does it reflect poorly on me that I've had a crush on her as much as since the day I met her in eigth grade, and never told her? I apologise to everyone who's been reading, as I dunna imagine any of this is very interesting. let me just tell you, then, one of the things I learned this first quarter of college: Every so often, just start dancing.

I won two free tacos today, because I got the winning gumball.

Maybe I shouldn't be listening to Billy Joel's Greatest Hits raight now. But misery loves music almost as much as company. Hmmm, to go Dave Barry on ya'll for a moment, "Soundtrack for Misery" actually would be a good name for an album. Listening to Nick Thomas's set last night probably didn't help; quite possibly, it's what got me in this mood in the first place. Maybe I should listen to my Spill Canvas CD, since it's playing "Piano Man" again anyway.

If I knew where the TV was, I'd have been playing "Dead or Alive 3" all this time.

I did better in Japanese than I expected. Even accounting for some kind of curve, I must have done really well on the final. I'd like my final for HBC back, however, even though my final grade shows that she liked it enough to give it an A. Oh. I haven't really studied this whole time. Hmm. Japanese is going to kill me. *gulp*

This is already a long post. I think I'll end by saying that, usually, I'd be amused by the irony in the dating of these last two posts.

the night before the night before I go home for winter break

  1. Conveying: Mild industry
  2. The Saying: "Maybe I should just get leather pants. That would solve everything." - Beth, 12/07

Well, I haven't done much here lately. I've been busy. I've been working on the Fishbein House webpage, and now it looks cool, and then I had finals and so on. I'm now nocturnal again, so I'm happy. I've been cleaning out my Hotmail inbox and other such things, and I found an old post that I never uploaded. I'm going to go track it proper place down now and do so. Shitsureishimas.

after finishing the homework

  1. Conveying: Accomplishment and annoyance
  2. Now Playing: Bullfrog
  3. The Saying: "Can you get a meal plan without a board plan?" - guy behind me on the bus, 11/03
  4. Betraying: Craig D.

Ack! I was going to post, but I've got to get ready for church! Fwooo....

Sunday

  1. Conveying: Industry
  2. Now Playing: My Bullfrog CD
  3. The saying: "Not even you know what you do some of the time, and that just adds to the flavor of the experience." - Matthew "HS" Bishop, 08/31
  4. Displaying: The Interactive Story
  5. When Praying: For Ann, because she's apparantly been skipping church; and for who roommate, who is probably regretting last night raight now
  6. Betraying: Craig Davis

Dude, I haven't talked to Craig in way too long. I should go visit him sometime. And I could swear I've linked the Interactive Story before, but it wasn't on the links page when I looked. Ah, well, even so, that sight would deserve an extra link or two.

I should really be focusing more on my homework, so I guess I'll finish that before I describe my intricately intriguing life as pertaining to the past few days. Tata!

Thursday

  1. Conveying: Slacklitude
  2. Now Playing: "Beauty with No Words" - Nodes of RanVier
  3. The Saying: "I'm not a champion; I'm a loser, OK?" - Peter, 10/29
  4. When Praying: Thanks for Meguro-sensei letting me retest; that I did well on both of my midterms

Have I mentioned recently what an awesome band Nodes of RanVier is? They are. Speaking on such, get this: The other day/week/thinger Eric was shopping for buttons online, when he came across a Nodes button. Remembering that I liked Nodes, he included it in his order, because he's cool like that. I guess he just didn't pick up on the fact that I know the band personally. Ah, well, no reason for me to tell him.

Apparantly I'm going to be Santa for the Christmas party. Beth tried to tell me I had "the hair for it". I looked at her funny. She then recanted to "Well, you've got the cheeks for it, anyway." Truth, that. Plus there's another factor involved that I don't feel the need to mention directly.

As a side note, I'd like to play poker with drunk people. So if you're drunk and you want to lose money, come find me.

I spent more time studying last night than I did sleeping. That is not right. But it felt good to know all that information when I was done. I think I'll *gasp* study again tonight. I know, I'm a freak. Well, I've got emails to write and a nap to take, so tata, all.